Yes.

It has hit me
like a bullet in my chest
that my only friends
were the demons in my head
and
the loneliness in my bed.

I am wilting
and
there is no escape.
You promised you'd help me
bloom
but you've left me to drown in gloom.

You don't really wanna know if there is something wrong with me.
You're only asking because
you can see
my carefully contrived mask melt away.

You want to pull each of my strings
and play harmony with them
do you realize
this is my heart you're throwing away?

You ask only
to bring music to your ears again.

I hope this is not cheesy

for how do i remind
your beauty that hides within.
for how do i describe
and how do i begin.

Your eyes drink my skin
like the first cup of coffee.
it is true
there are daggers in your smile.

Your voice reminds me of a harmonic beat
beautiful
and its mere thought lulls me to sleep.

The universe melts into your eyes,
as the moon asks
to borrow your light.

You are the air in my lungs
and the words i speak.

Falling for you was not falling at all. It was like walking into a house and suddenly realizing you're home.

"I don't know how many times I have survived myself, without telling anyone else."

I lied awake in endless painful thoughts
my urge to cut
my urge to purge
my urge to run away from them and hide inside a world of darkness.

I lied awake in death-awakening questions
Why must i exist through the pain kitted inside my bones?
Why do i write?
Why do i write.

'Him?'
and yet no.
People like you and I fight a battle no one can ever fathom because it's a battle no one can see. And we don't let them.

I write for myself
I write to remind myself that i am a warrior.
that in this battle there were nights I use to lose. But some how still came out alive.
You fight yourself and beat yourself up for so long that eventually you become a master of surviving a war.

It is not you.
It is me.
I write for myself.

There will be people in life that you meet
And they will love you like
You are the exact amount of
Change in their wallet
Needed to buy the last
Convenience store
Lottery tickets.

But please,
Remember that you will meet someone
Whose hands have been
Sculptured by driftwood
For whose life the sea has fought for
And yet
They made it to land
To kiss your lips and remind you
That you are not the ticket
You are the prize.